Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.